There was a moment, thirty odd years ago, when I considered switching from a social sciences degree to one in earth science — specifically geology. I like puzzles, and it’s always seemed to me that rocks contain all the clues necessary for a really good puzzle — if only one can read them.
Auckland, where I live, is built on around 53 volcanoes, and New Zealand generally is one of the most geologically active places in the world. Our rock formations then, are tapestries which tell of tectonic events on a monumental and destructive scale.
The cliffs of East Coast Bays, where these photos were taken, are comprised of sandstone; volcanic sediments deposited when Auckland was submerged under ancient seas.
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It’s just as sunny and clear today as when these photos were taken. But I am in the kitchen making dinner for guests and the boy-child is taking another step into the adult world — organising utilities and shopping for saucepans for his new flat.
My son has booked an appointment to sit his restricted driver’s license in about four weeks. While I’m glad he has done this, it does mean the end of a particular era in our relationship. No more chauffeuring him to sports, music, parties and school events — and no more driving lessons. We won’t be spending lots of time in the car together, and I’m wondering if it will bring to an end the long, varied and highly enjoyable conversations we’ve always had while driving.
He mastered the basics of driving pretty quickly and so lately we have been focusing on longer trips where he has had to concentrate in heavy traffic conditions for longer periods of time. Last week we headed out of Auckland for lunch and a walk at Wenderholm Regional Park. It was a perfect day; clear…
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Two for the price of one? Some flowers and a flip through the blog’s archive.
Gerberas. Image: Su Leslie, 2016. Edited with Snapseed and Stackables.
The gerbera is such an uncomplicated flower; unburdened by deep metaphorical significance. Blooms like lilies and roses carry enormous cultural baggage, but with a gerbera, what you see is what you get.
If gerberas were characters in a genre movie, they’d be the under-valued, ever-supportive, wise-cracking best friend. The botanic equivalent of Thelma Ritter.
But of course, genre rules can be broken. The side-kick can become the star; mysterious and complicated. Can we re-imagine gerberas at the heart of a romantic tragedy; Brief Encounter, Love Story, Moulin Rouge?
“I’ve fallen in love. I didn’t think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.” — Laura, Brief Encounter. Image: Su Leslie, 2016. Edited with Snapseed and Stackables.
“I know that this is the beginning of the end. Not the end of my loving you but the end…
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